Brendon Urie Imagines

Brother's Best Friend

*Y/N P.O.V*

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Soft smut

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I walked into my house, tugging down my skirt, since it was very windy outside.

"Ryan! I'm home" I yelled, putting down my bag by the kitchen table.

My brother was Ryan Ross.

Yes. Thee Ryan Ross. From famous band Panic! At The Disco.

It sucked being his sister sometimes though. I was always in his shadow. Everyone knew me by 'Ryan Ross's little sister', not by Y/N Ross, the 17 year old senior at San Pasqual High School.

I heard him running down the stairs, laughing at something.

"What are you laughing at?" I said with a smirk, my back facing him.

"Oh nothing" he replied.

And then I heard that laugh.

I know that laugh.

I turned around and saw him...with my bra on his head.

Brendon Urie has my bra on his head.

I felt my face flush as I saw the sight in front of me.

"W-what are you doing?" I stuttered.

As you can see, I'm pretty whipped when it comes to Brendon.

"What do you mean, we're just playing around Y/n" Brendon said, a huge smirk plastered on his face.

I quickly grabbed my bra from his head.

"You guys are such children" I whined at their immaturity.

"Oh c'mon y/n, we were just trying to have some fun" Ryan argued and walked further into the kitchen, his back towards us.

Brendon walked closer to me so he was only about a foot away from me.

"Yeah y/n, we're just having fun" he said smoothly.

I stepped away from him, picking up my bag.

"Well I don't like the way you have fun, it's childish and embarrassing" I said as I walked away.

I got into my room and closed the door.

I sighed and plopped down on my bed.

I decided to change into something more comfortable than my school uniform.

I pulled my skirt down and unbuttoned my button up shirt.

I was too busy thinking about what happened downstairs that I didn't hear my door open and close.

"Well isn't this a treat" I heard that smooth voice say.

I quickly turned around, still just in a lace white bra and matching underwear.

Brendon stood there with a smirk.

"What are you doing in here" I whisper yelled while desperately trying to cover myself.

He slowly walked towards me until he was right in front of me.

"Oh nothing, just looking around" he lied. He's been here plenty of times.

He gently placed his smooth hands on my waist, pulling me close until our chests were touching.

He lowered his head until his lips were just about touching the shell of my ear.